Hi, All!
My stomach goes out to all of you who have been struggling with an actual traditional diet.
I have done great medically. I have had two surgeries over the past two weeks and have made it through, despite a lengthy medical history. I got full cardiac clearance after a cardiac arrest in my early thirties due to a missing blood protein (I have three stents) and am currently still titrating on a Lovenox bridge. The injections are painless and thankfully, temporary.
In an actual anti-intellectual hellhole where musicians, artists and Mensas are not appreciated, I have searched and found the best doctors my incredible insurance can purchase. It freaks me out that if I had no medical insurance, one of my prescriptions would cost over five hundred dollars for only five days' medication! I need twelve drugs a day to remain alive, and we calculated the cost at way over four thousand a month. My drugs are free under my plan. I realize how lucky we are to work for a company that gives us total freedom from medical worry and arms us against Big Pharma. We have been as politically active as possible and also as subversive as one can get away with. Are any of you familiar with The Yes Men? I need to epater le bourgeois, I am so outraged! I'd be dead now if I had not done the research -- but being married to a legal advisor who works for The People has been a major advantage. I have a great job that I love and live at the same time.
If you watch PBS or listen to NPR with shows like From the Top and All Things Considered, you probably have heard me. I started with classical guitar at age seven and lately have been writing mostly blues and jazz, along with plenty of eclectic material. The backward, jerkwater city we live in has little exposure to culture and little education, and most people here are obese and not very well read. Leaving the East Coast has left my many opportunities for solid self-employment thwarted. At least my portfolio followed me -- but my husband and I truly, officially ... hate it here. I send in my compositions to PBS and Docurama for self-employment.
When I go to open blues jams, where the musicians purportedly know Robert Johnson's material, I am let down to hear that they not only do not know the material, but can barely tune their instruments. I play a few Johnson songs and throw in Bessie Smith, and they are so stew-pid that they do not know how to react to a woman who plays bottleneck light years around them. I feel I am in a bad situation and often dangerous place because of the incredible morons I encounter on a weekly basis. It makes me want to succeed all the more with my diet, but I know it would drive several people insane to see and hear a woman not only with so much talent, but stunningly beautiful; for some damn reason, the men just can't take or accept it. I am not competing with anyone; I am simply doing what I was born to do. The competitive, unprofessional mentality is abhorrent to me. It can sabotage me with using food for my comfort. I hate it here and I love gourmet food. But: Nothing is going to stop me. Nothing.
Strength to you all in your pursuits, and I hope to get to know some of you.
Gillian
My stomach goes out to all of you who have been struggling with an actual traditional diet.
I have done great medically. I have had two surgeries over the past two weeks and have made it through, despite a lengthy medical history. I got full cardiac clearance after a cardiac arrest in my early thirties due to a missing blood protein (I have three stents) and am currently still titrating on a Lovenox bridge. The injections are painless and thankfully, temporary.
In an actual anti-intellectual hellhole where musicians, artists and Mensas are not appreciated, I have searched and found the best doctors my incredible insurance can purchase. It freaks me out that if I had no medical insurance, one of my prescriptions would cost over five hundred dollars for only five days' medication! I need twelve drugs a day to remain alive, and we calculated the cost at way over four thousand a month. My drugs are free under my plan. I realize how lucky we are to work for a company that gives us total freedom from medical worry and arms us against Big Pharma. We have been as politically active as possible and also as subversive as one can get away with. Are any of you familiar with The Yes Men? I need to epater le bourgeois, I am so outraged! I'd be dead now if I had not done the research -- but being married to a legal advisor who works for The People has been a major advantage. I have a great job that I love and live at the same time.
If you watch PBS or listen to NPR with shows like From the Top and All Things Considered, you probably have heard me. I started with classical guitar at age seven and lately have been writing mostly blues and jazz, along with plenty of eclectic material. The backward, jerkwater city we live in has little exposure to culture and little education, and most people here are obese and not very well read. Leaving the East Coast has left my many opportunities for solid self-employment thwarted. At least my portfolio followed me -- but my husband and I truly, officially ... hate it here. I send in my compositions to PBS and Docurama for self-employment.
When I go to open blues jams, where the musicians purportedly know Robert Johnson's material, I am let down to hear that they not only do not know the material, but can barely tune their instruments. I play a few Johnson songs and throw in Bessie Smith, and they are so stew-pid that they do not know how to react to a woman who plays bottleneck light years around them. I feel I am in a bad situation and often dangerous place because of the incredible morons I encounter on a weekly basis. It makes me want to succeed all the more with my diet, but I know it would drive several people insane to see and hear a woman not only with so much talent, but stunningly beautiful; for some damn reason, the men just can't take or accept it. I am not competing with anyone; I am simply doing what I was born to do. The competitive, unprofessional mentality is abhorrent to me. It can sabotage me with using food for my comfort. I hate it here and I love gourmet food. But: Nothing is going to stop me. Nothing.
Strength to you all in your pursuits, and I hope to get to know some of you.
Gillian